THIS SONG IS DEDICATED TO CJ Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ from Grove StreetLand of the heinous, gangbangers, and cold heatIn Los Santos, neighbors get no sleepBeefing with anybody competing, even policeFour deep in a green rag with gold feetBlast with the flag on the strap, that's OGStay in shape, hit the gym, lift the weightsGet super cut or big and buff, nice and straightYou got stats, respect, weapon skillStamina, muscle, fat, and X ap.pealYou get clothes from Bin.cos and Pro LapsSub Urban, ZIP, Victim, and D. SachsWatch your back when you in rival hoodsThey'll test just to guess if your survivals good (Survivals good)Ducking shells at the Clu.ckin' BellJump out busting, gunning 'til they tuck their tailIt seem like I'm on impossible missions (Impossible missions)Twisted predicaments hostile positions (Hostile positions)Tenpenny and Pulaski haras.s meCop cars been on our a.ss the last past week'Cause the 'Dre.as for the gangsters, homeboyHands is the language for the 'bangers, homeboyAnd it's dangerous, homeboyGet your brains blow for how you do your fingers, homeboyHeat coc.ked, we pop.pin' ho.t onesDu.mp them out, bend the block, shake before the cops comeListen for sirens, they don't got noneBack another lap, catch a straggler with a shotgunHi.ttin' them up what that Grove Street likeIn a dirty sling shot and old Levi's​